A/N: I apologise for what a massive nerdgasm this is. I saw the most recent trailer that had Wesker screaming "Ouroboros!" and went on a mythology bender. Stayed up 'till 1 on a school night writing three chapters RE fanfic, woot, my Muse is an evil sleep-depriving sort. Enjoy, a little fiesta in celebration of 5 coming out in Japan.
Allusion - A brief reference to a person, event, or place, real or ficticious, or to a work of art. Casual reference to a famous historical or literary figure or event.
An allusion may be drawn from history, geography, literature, or religion.
God created Eve from Adam's side, for Adam was lonely.
Immortality suited Wesker; being a God certainly suited his ego. But, alas, even Zeus sought the company of the fairer sex. First, he had sought the attention of Alexia Ashford, a suitable match, being a God herself. Being the ever-willful Hera, she gave attention only to her creations, and his wooing had resulted in the loss of several layers of facial tissue. He'd decided against the method of using other egotistical sociopaths as partners since then. No, perhaps it would be best if create his companion.
"You sent for me?" A voice. Flirtatious with an underlying coldness.
"Ada. Tell me, how many years has it been?" He asks quietly, almost pleasant-seeming. She thinks he doesn't notice, that his heightened sense do not smell the mixture of breast milk and baby-powder on her skin. The smell of HIM. That his eyes do not detect the subtle shift in her figure. A wider waist and hips could just be a sign of poor aging perhaps?
She grows suspicious, cautious, keeping close to the door. "About eight years, why?" She feins indifference, but her heart-rhythm says otherwise. Wesker grows tired of her lies.
With inhuman speed he moves from his seated position and grabs her by the throat. She grunts and struggles, her fingers digging into his wrists, trying to free herself from his vice-grip. Wesker pays little attention to this as he draws a syringe from his coat. Her struggles do little to stay his hand as he slips the syringe into the crook of her arm. A sharp kick to the groin causes him to drop her.
She runs, the half-empty syringe dropping from her arm. Wesker spits and smashes his fist into the ground.
No matter. Eden is better without Lilith anyway.
His pride is damaged, he is still without a queen. Albert dusts himself off and returns to his monitor.
"Note: Send a few threats concerning the infant to the Wong residence."
He chuckles, 'That ought to keep the boyscout on his toes.'
An urgent flashing on the bottom of his screen catches his attention.
"Spencer requesting backup. BSAA agents detected. Redfield, Christopher. Valentine, Jillian."
Wesker's lips pull back to reveal a feral grin.
"Ready a chopper." He commands.
And Eve was created from Adam's side.